A Pervert's World Novels & Stories

he asked hopefully. “Pervert!”Angela snapped.

By seducing anyone, as for you, he looks at her carefully and bites his lips, all the features of femininity he cried to the point that makes me die of longing to sleep with you Martha angrily covered her body with the cloak with both hands and was shocked by his audacity: What!!!!! You shameless, despicable pervert, I will not pass it on to you, believe me, I will pray to the Lord to take revenge on you for your assault on a vile perverted monk, and then I have no fault in being like this, and surely you know that monks are chosen while they are fetuses in their mothers' wombs, so no one expected a perverted master that I would become in this body, for God's sake How can I talk to you about

There was a gnashing of Angga's teeth. Maureen could understand the stigma formed by videos from blue movies. It's also called p**n, which inevitably leads to sexual activities and generalizes abnormalities that can actually be limited. "In your mind?" Maureen's head moved in front of Angga, questioning the man's understanding of Maureen's self-righteousness through the look. "Please, Angga. I can't even feel penetration other than with you and..." Maureen's words hung. During her acquaintance with matters of passion, she always failed to reach the highest peak of union. Her body resisted and reflexively gave protection, except for the effects of drugs that had stopped because of her deprave

The villagers didn’t scream, they didn’t scatter, they stepped back. All at once. Like they had been waiting for that exact moment. My heart stuttered as I turned and saw it fully for the first time. it unfolded out of the doorway like something forced into the wrong shape. Too long in places. Too thing in others. Its limbs dragged for half a second before correcting as if remembering, too late, how they were meant to move. Firelight caught along its skin, and for a heartbeat I saw what it had been. Human. The outline was still there. the structure. But everything else had shifted, stretched, pulled into something that didn’t belong in the world I understood.

The villains didn’t just attack randomly. They came with a message. —END OF CHAPTER 4— A single shadowy symbol burned itself into the ground where the villains vanished, and it spelt one word: “AWAKEN.”

"Yes of course, but if you're thinking of going there, it's not yet time. You need to get stronger." "Why did you call it a World??" Vic asked "Will you always question me like this," Ang replied, "Well!! It's different from this, far more better than the human world. No more question." "Just let's have a stroll around the human world. Let's go to some nice places?" "Okay, I'm sorry. You want to take a stroll right? I know somewhere great we can go." Vic replied as he went in the direction of a basketball Court. *Basketball Court*

My vision swims as I’m drawn deeper into the swamp. “I’m going to break you on your husband’s cock,” Amos croons as it carries me over its shoulder like a sack of potatoes. “I’m going to fuck you until you plead with me to release you from your sorry life.” There’s nothing I can do to block out the filthy, horrible things that spill from its twisted mouth. Instead, I fight against its hold, kicking my bare feet into the torso of Jake’s body and pounding my fists against its back. But my efforts don’t seem to slow it down. To my horror, it seems to enjoy the way I struggle. Its fingers dig into the soft flesh of my thighs tight enough to bruise.

It almost felt like cheating. Xander regarded the pretty women among the group and his gaze stopped on a dirty girl with charred clothing and burned hands. Something about her seemed familiar. Just as he was about to investigate, he noticed one of the servant girls flinch as a pirate came near. Under the Merpearl's spell, a person could not move, no less flinch. It was then he realized that only those with the strange orange glasses were looking his way. The rest were facing him, but their gaze was firmly planted elsewhere.

The voice is deep, and although refined, sounds dangerous. Then I hear another voice------ voices I mean. “She’s trembling.” “She’s ready.” “Slut already knows what she came for.” Slut. That words that's an insult to some makes my breath hitch, and my thighs clench together. I have never been normal, and although I'm ashamed of my needs and urges, that's exactly why I'm here; to do sick, degrading things that normal people will throw up at. Pain makes me quiver, humiliation makes me leak pussy juices down my legs and degrading words bring me pure, dirty pleasure.